Gibu - Wardruna

Vin sínum

Skal maðr vinr vera

Þeim ok þess vinr

En óvinar síns

Skyli engi maðr

Vinar vinr vera

Veiztu ef þú vin átt

Þanns þú vel trúir

Ok vill þú af honum gótt geta

Geði skalt við þann

Blanda ok gjöfum skipta

Fara at finna opt

Ef þú át annan

Þanns þú illa trúir

Vildu af honum þó gótt geta

Fagrt skalt við þann mæla

En flátt hyggja

Ok gjalda lausung við lygi

Þat er enn of þann

Er þú illa trúir

Ok þér er grunr at hans geði

Hlæja skaltu við þeim

Ok um hug mæla

Glík skulu gjöld gjöfum

Ungr var ek forðum

Fór ek einn saman

Þá varð ek villr vega

Auðigr þóttumk

Er ek annan fann

Maðr er manns gaman

Hávamál vers 43−47

His friend

You must be a friend

They and their friend

But his enemy

No man should wash

Be a friend of a friend

Give if you have a friend

If you believe well

And you want to be good to him

Go with it

Mix and match gifts

Go to find opt

If you ate another

Because you do not believe

I wanted to be able to do good to him, though

Be beautiful with that meter

But think quickly

Ok charge release with lie

It's still too much

Do you disbelieve

And you suspect his mood

Laugh at them

Ok about the mind speak

Equality shall apply to gifts

I was young in the past

I went alone together

Then I got lost

Wealthy though

I also found another

Man is man's fun

Hávamál verse 43−47